Masculine Makeup Novels & Stories

“What’s gay supposed to look like?” My face burns. “I don’t know, man. I just meant… you seem really…” “Masculine?” He grins. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Newsflash: gay guys can be masculine too. I like hard cocks. I like fucking a hairy ass. Is that gay enough for you?” Jesus, this guy is direct. “Y-yeah, no, of course. Sorry.” The guy laughs, closes his locker, and then holds out his hand.

His shirt was half-unbuttoned, chest smooth and glinting under the low lights, like he didn’t believe in modesty and didn’t need to. Platinum-blond curls framed his face in that perfectly careless way that only someone who definitely spent twenty minutes styling it could pull off. A subtle wing of eyeliner hugged his lashes, sharp enough to cut through bullshit, and his nails were painted matte black. His make-up game was hundred percent better than mine. How can one be both pretty and handsome? “What can I get you, milady?” His voice had that honey-slick sass, thick with innuendo. “A glass of mello yello please.” I ordered.

His serious tone tips me off my stance and now I want to grab his next face and give him a deep kiss. “Come on, be fast! Let's get out of here before the ritual starts?” My body vibrates hearing this. He hurries me up, then helps me with my hair and a little makeup on my face. My face pops up with a surprise as I see him drawing out a makeup kit from one of his drawers. “How do you get this makeup? You're a man.” He looks down on me, grabbing my hand. “I'm a celebrity. I use it.” He utters.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I meticulously applied my makeup, enhancing my features to project an image of strength and intelligence. Looking at myself, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and determination. I wanted to be more than just a pretty face; I wanted to be a force to be reckoned with. It was crucial for me to prove myself in this male-dominated world, to show that I was capable of achieving greatness.

the makeup artist says. I do. It feels blurry at first, but when my vision clears, I am mesmerized. My eyes look fierce—just sharp enough to kill a man, as Cort put it. The winged black liner flicks upward like a cat’s tail, making them appear bigger and more intense. My skin glows with a dewy, almost wet highlight across my cheekbones. My lips are soft and full in a muted nude pink, just enough to look kissable and steal focus. My whole face feels dangerous.

I shifted in my chair and I could feel myself loosening up from the tension as I'm about to talk about the main good thing that I have proudly been working on ever since I started working at the company. "Falcon Cosmetics, branded as 'FC', are the type of cosmetics that aims to enhance women, men and girl's looks making them appear more attractive in the eyes of others. The manipulation of contrast with the eyes and lips against skin tone is the main reason for our products. Our cosmetics brings out the feminine self and aims to bring out your self-confidence too. For I know, that's the beauty of beauty, it's not a tattoo. Makeup is not a mask that covers up your body, it's like a weapon tha

It was supported by thin thread like straps on my shoulders while it flowed loosely below, ending right above my knees. I bent sideways to study the reflection of my face on the window beside the door. A thin layer of eye liner coated my lids with thick mascara brushed over the eyelashes. I refused to bury my face in excessive makeup, as I knew Marcus preferred me just that way I was. However, I did apply a thick coat of dark red lipstick, accentuating the rest of my appearance. It went perfectly with my complexion and the outfit I had picked for today. Natural bangs fell on either side of my face, framing them. I let my long straight hair free, and the length of it reached the small of my

His features included a sharp jaw, dark hair, and wide shoulders. I was glad, in a shallow way, that I’d worn my favorite dress—a black number that showed off my legs and shoulders—and had done my sultry, violet makeup look that made my green eyes pop. Makeup had always been a creative outlet for me since I was a teenager, and I wasn’t above using it to my advantage. In this case, I wanted to feel like I was on the same playing field as this godlike, male specimen. Makeup was like a suit of armor: it could cover up my flaws and vulnerability and transform me into a different, stronger person. Or at least a more attractive one.

Terrifying mutants with twisted features. The man lying on the floor in front of me certainly doesn't fit that description. His face is hypermasculine, with a heavy bone structure, severe brow, and strong angular jaw. He has several piercings - several through the lobes and cartilage of his ears and a large steel ring through his septum. This adds to its look of primal ferocity.

Marcia chuckled lightly, "Right, a one in a hundred years kind of guy!" Her smile transformed her once simple makeup, making it seem alive and vibrant. Kevin hadn't let the makeup artist overdo her look. Her eyes were elegantly defined, enhancing their depth, while her lips were a striking, seductive red. Her smile was like a blooming flower, brilliant and impossible to ignore.